This is one of the places I go when I can, to be at peace, to see a small bit of the world properly. In the summer, towhees sing here with a different accent, and in the winter, the wind is hell. Last summer, the lowbush blueberries tasted warm in my mouth from the sun.

Via Carol:
It's Tuesday I just brought in the mail.
"Any mail for me?" asks Joe, who has just returned from six hours in the hospital to deal with dehydration, a high fever, and a new case of strep throat.
"No," I said. "Nothing for you. Just bills and junk mail."
"But, I'm sick!" Joe declared with great indignation. "I should be getting sympathy cards!"
"Well," I said. "Since people just found out a few hours ago that you were sick, I don't think they've really had time to get you a card, mail it, and have it here by this afternoon. Besides, I think people probably are going to call you to talk to you instead because they will want to hear your voice."
Joe was silent for a few moments and then said, "But a card would be so much lovelier."

Finding her work to be very strong, and her voice very evocative. If this were 1988 she would be a huge hit, and that says nothing negative about her voice. Everything is timing. Let's hope she'll be recognized for her strength and delivery soon.

Scott McCloudProbably the best-known thinker about comic strips/books/graphic novels/sequential art working right now. Controversial among comic fans but unequivocally an influential and original thinker.